Sex With Clothes On

When my wife and I first met in the early 1970s. We lived in a small conservative southern town in the midlands of South Carolina. One of the few places a young couple could go to fuck was the drive-in theater. So, fucking with our clothes wasn't uncommon. She'd wear short dresses or skirts without panties or a bra making access easy; this also made double dating a lot more interesting. And since she wasn't on birth control at the time condoms were a necessity and made clean up easier.

We carried this over into our earlier married years, because we found it fun to do. We've even done something similar to this while she was in college at a Beer and Pizza Night in the student union.
 
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Love blowjob scenes where the girl is on her knees and fully clothed. At some point she teaches down and pulls her top and bra up over her breasts (as best she can). I am always torn between wondering if there is a director off camera telling her to do that or whether she is doing it to excite him just that little bit more in the hope of getting him to come.
 
Love blowjob scenes where the girl is on her knees and fully clothed. At some point she teaches down and pulls her top and bra up over her breasts (as best she can). I am always torn between wondering if there is a director off camera telling her to do that or whether she is doing it to excite him just that little bit more in the hope of getting him to come.
me too
 
With rare exception, I keep clothes on during sex. I have specific outfits that work best but always willing to improvise. Requires some thought and prep. Worth it. The “look” of doing it that way is very stimulating, esp if mirrors or camera in use.
 
With rare exception, I keep clothes on during sex. I have specific outfits that work best but always willing to improvise. Requires some thought and prep. Worth it. The “look” of doing it that way is very stimulating, esp if mirrors or camera in use.
What clothes do you especially like for playing around
 
My wife lost her virginity when the guy she was seeing got her panties off under her dress. She thought he would settle for dry humping but said it felt so good when he entered her, better when she climaxed and very good when he came in her. Needless to say, they did not dry hump after that and often had sex with only her panties off. She still likes it that way sometimes 31 years later.
 
Going without panties might seem hot, but it can make a girl feel very self-conscious and vulnerable, especially if she’s out in public in a short skirt. (Plus it can get a bit gross.)

VS thongs always worked for me: you can just pull them aside as needed, and it feels hot knowing there’s nothing but a narrow strip of sheer fabric between your vagina and the boy who’ll be exploring her.😍
 
The very first time my wife fucked her colleague at work was in his office. Fully clothed…

They’d been chatting on their office phones awhile. Big office building, on a Sunday afternoon. There’d been some flirting, then the heat ramped up…at one point she asked him if he was jacking off. When he replied yes, she told him to stop and she would be in his office right away.

They were so hot to go, that he put her on his desk, then pulled up her skirt, and pulled her panties aside then started licking. She was so intensely worked up that it only took her a minute or so to cum. He pulled her panties off, then pulled her ass right to edge of the desk, pushed her knees up to her shoulders, then pulled his cock out of his pants.

Eased it in, and fucked her hard and fast.

That wasn’t the last time they fucked that Sunday!

I love thinking about how she told me in detail about the events of that afternoon.
 
I don't think that it turns me on in particular but i love easy access to eat my lovers pussy and fuck her wherever we may be
 
This thread caught my eye, and as I read through it, I realized just how much I love sex with clothes on. Well, at least my clothing.

This started in Maine, Bar Harbor, to be exact, when the conversation between a gentleman I had only recently met, escalated. I recounted a few of the stories I share on these forums, and I knew where this would end. However, to make certain he knew it as well, I went to the ladies’ room, and when I returned, I handed him my panties (Fleur Du Mal, if you care).

I was wearing a sundress in this instance, and now no panties, and doing my best to heat up the conversation. We left the bar and found a private space nearby (a grove of trees). In seconds, he was behind me, my skirt was up, his pants to his thighs, and he was in me. Fast, furious, fun, and done.

It was sordid and fun, but I didn't expect the mess. Let's just say this guy was a hell of a finisher. I realized that without something under the sundress, I was going to have a very visible leak on my legs and stain my dress. I asked for the panties back. I could see he wanted to keep them as a trophy, but I really needed something under my dress, so I offered a trade.

He pocketed the panties, pulled off his pants, and gave me his Kirkland boxer briefs (I still have them), and I was able to return to my friends, albeit with the obvious outline of black men’s boxer briefs under my bright yellow, less-than-opaque dress.

But since that encounter, I have pulled the pantie drop and swap at least a dozen times. I love everything about it: the quick pace of the act, the semi-public locations, and the thrill of returning to a public space afterward with an all-knowing smile on my face.
 
This thread caught my eye, and as I read through it, I realized just how much I love sex with clothes on. Well, at least my clothing.

This started in Maine, Bar Harbor, to be exact, when the conversation between a gentleman I had only recently met, escalated. I recounted a few of the stories I share on these forums, and I knew where this would end. However, to make certain he knew it as well, I went to the ladies’ room, and when I returned, I handed him my panties (Fleur Du Mal, if you care).

I was wearing a sundress in this instance, and now no panties, and doing my best to heat up the conversation. We left the bar and found a private space nearby (a grove of trees). In seconds, he was behind me, my skirt was up, his pants to his thighs, and he was in me. Fast, furious, fun, and done.

It was sordid and fun, but I didn't expect the mess. Let's just say this guy was a hell of a finisher. I realized that without something under the sundress, I was going to have a very visible leak on my legs and stain my dress. I asked for the panties back. I could see he wanted to keep them as a trophy, but I really needed something under my dress, so I offered a trade.

He pocketed the panties, pulled off his pants, and gave me his Kirkland boxer briefs (I still have them), and I was able to return to my friends, albeit with the obvious outline of black men’s boxer briefs under my bright yellow, less-than-opaque dress.

But since that encounter, I have pulled the pantie drop and swap at least a dozen times. I love everything about it: the quick pace of the act, the semi-public locations, and the thrill of returning to a public space afterward with an all-knowing smile on my face.
I been to Bar Harbor several times….never had any thing like this remotely happen to me
 
A former GF loved to have sex fully dresses or with some clothes on.
Her favorite was to visit me at work wearing a dress or skirt just above knee length and a blouse or top that covered her beautiful breasts.
She would bend over my desk and we would enjoy a torrid fuck.

Funny though, sex with her when she was completely naked was never the same intensity if she was dressed.
 
There is something incredibly hot about it. My perfect scenario would be: sexy man in a suit, me in a short(ish) dress, stockings, suspender, heels. We've been out for an evening, sexual tension building all night, flirting outrageously and we both know what we want. At the end of the evening, we get out to the car park and find a quiet corner. He bends me over a car, pushes my dress up, pulls my panties down so they are around my ankles. I'm soaked, he's hard and he drops his trousers, pushes my legs apart and fucks me there and then. :love:
 
There is something incredibly hot about it. My perfect scenario would be: sexy man in a suit, me in a short(ish) dress, stockings, suspender, heels. We've been out for an evening, sexual tension building all night, flirting outrageously and we both know what we want. At the end of the evening, we get out to the car park and find a quiet corner. He bends me over a car, pushes my dress up, pulls my panties down so they are around my ankles. I'm soaked, he's hard and he drops his trousers, pushes my legs apart and fucks me there and then. :love:
That is so 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
 
This thread caught my eye, and as I read through it, I realized just how much I love sex with clothes on. Well, at least my clothing.

This started in Maine, Bar Harbor, to be exact, when the conversation between a gentleman I had only recently met, escalated. I recounted a few of the stories I share on these forums, and I knew where this would end. However, to make certain he knew it as well, I went to the ladies’ room, and when I returned, I handed him my panties (Fleur Du Mal, if you care).

I was wearing a sundress in this instance, and now no panties, and doing my best to heat up the conversation. We left the bar and found a private space nearby (a grove of trees). In seconds, he was behind me, my skirt was up, his pants to his thighs, and he was in me. Fast, furious, fun, and done.

It was sordid and fun, but I didn't expect the mess. Let's just say this guy was a hell of a finisher. I realized that without something under the sundress, I was going to have a very visible leak on my legs and stain my dress. I asked for the panties back. I could see he wanted to keep them as a trophy, but I really needed something under my dress, so I offered a trade.

He pocketed the panties, pulled off his pants, and gave me his Kirkland boxer briefs (I still have them), and I was able to return to my friends, albeit with the obvious outline of black men’s boxer briefs under my bright yellow, less-than-opaque dress.

But since that encounter, I have pulled the pantie drop and swap at least a dozen times. I love everything about it: the quick pace of the act, the semi-public locations, and the thrill of returning to a public space afterward with an all-knowing smile on my face.
OMG that was an extremely 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 story
 
For most of my life almost every sexual experience with a woman was started as fully dressed. Most women when excited don't need to get totally undressed to have great sex. My last girlfriend before I was drafted had sex with me and yes her tits were out of her bra and dress, and her skirt was folded up around her hips. My pants were down to my ankles and cock fully exposed. Also to top it all we were in the front seat of my car parked on the street across from her house in Arlington, N.J. It was dark, but we didn't care and maybe the neighbors had a great time too.
 
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